Letras
Oh, we plant, we plant, we plant the seed
And then we grow, grow, grow the weed
And we pull the weed and we sell the green
We trade some off for kerosene
That's cold juice, boy!
When you grow the weed, you gotta hide it away
Young drunk punks will steal it today
If it ain't them punks, it's the authorities
Pulling my weed and stepping on my peas
So we plant the seed early in the spring
We fertilize with anything
And we haul the water if the rain don't fall
We pray the Lord will make a call on us
It's against the law, we know, we know
You ain't shit, ho, ho, ho
But in nature's law, we know, we know
It is written: grow, grow, grow
In the hills of Kentucky, it's the poor man's high
In the streets of D.C., it's a rich fool's buy
And I know it's good herb for you and I
You know I wrote this song while I was high on the weed
If you puff the weed, you're nothing but a slave
Oh, my Lord, it's the weed I crave
At the snake charmer's school and the charm school for snakes
A bunch of dormant vipers was laying 'round shit-faced
It's a faint city here!